Your whole life Chang 'an, I would like to retreat to fulfill

Early in the morning, the sun through the window edge, falls on the bed and fills with the warmth of a room, the song of the birds sings low light knocks at my door, wakes me from sleep, cracks my sleepy eyes, and sunny light fondle my face, immediately the lightness of whole body very comfortable, beautiful warm from the bottom of my heart flutter gradually, light up the corners of the mouth smile, let the sun-filled around every minute and second. Like this kind of life, heart to the sun, heart to good, shallow, light, simple, but refreshing, insipid only beautiful.

If the heart is to, the environment is born from the heart, suddenly a word, but also feel real.

In the world of mortals in the past, in a blink of a thousand years, time is less and less. Buried the seeds of bitterness in my heart, will take root in the lifetime and space, growing, as a result, the twinkling of an eye, it is relentlessly engulfed originally existing tolerance, gratitude, and accumulating the sun sun, irrational consumption will be in the dark with the true meaning of the precious youth and precious, then smile to climb canthus brow, that is a grim smile.

Realistic we, walk on the road with heavy traffic every day, looking at the blurred revelry, enjoy the loneliness that this midnight brings to the world, always hear countless smiles from all sides, have drooping eyes smile, have a laugh, have Ying Ying smile, have a knowing smile, have a scornful smile, have a ferocious smile, have a dignified smile. Some smiles make people feel at ease and warm, and some smiles make people shudder. I hope our smile, lovely Ann warm and true.

Time as tactfully as a remembrance and traveling, I desperately ran to the eyes of time, in heart, for pen, will cherish to write into the line of life, in the earthly fireworks, keep the original yourself, light with a meter of sunshine, warm, careful listen to the whisper of the time, looking forward to distant with you, no can lay up the air, a understand, in the time of fingers, Embrace me in the past, listen to me, love you.

Flowers bloom and fall, the fate to the edge. Always have a good heart, those through the days, in the vicissitudes of life in the eyes, engraved on the beauty we should meet, can not cast the silly, is once happy face, want to find the past you a lovely smile.

Wisps of love, bear alone. How many times, let those touched by the love, with an indifferent attitude, learn to cherish, and finally do not say, parting is so painful, let the not happy heart, including the frown in the depths of loneliness, a sad ripple, do not know where to put miss. Little do they know that we left a lot of time, let me want to hold you in my arms.

The wind passes the time, the flow does not walk that sincere emotion. Life has too much past that can not be replicated, only true love, which needs to be treated by heart, can have. Why do we always want to have half a life, always want to wait for no retreat, just know that we have personally abandoned things, in the later days can not meet? Love is not a one-man show, self-righteousness will miss love, and creeping on the ground is not love. Good love is the resonance of the heart, love and being loved are not as good as love, soul appreciation is a flower to another flower smile. Understand tolerance, then understand love; Know love, then learned compassion, meeting, please try to remember each other's appearance, holding the warmth of pity, will not regret to write into the line of life, leave always smiling at you, even if separated, also worth remembering, was the most beautiful, sunshine, small time unharmed, lights dim, you'll always be my memory of the person is like.

Thick ink, hold your hand and teach you to draw a picture. If the motty years are lonely and prosperous, I think the fleeting past, it is difficult to find your figure, even if the repeated sorrow of writing, only the remaining is still the miss of you, and woke up, perhaps only silently waiting for your arrival. Acts of small emotions, engraved years of an indelible mark, do not intend to give you, but I do not know what people are afraid of, I'm sorry. After splashing ink several times to find incense, dance in the sky, floating and sprinkling love you in time. Just years of advanced study of the old, I am unable to accompany you to ten thousand years, such as Qi Dasheng's promise.

Chasing after memories, think you want to hug you. Looking at the warm sun disappearing in the distance, every evening, there is the shadow of I love you. Let the heart away from the bustling bustle of everything, with a pen engraved years to touch, sip the years to give warm, send you away.